sensibility
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I can't say I've ever been in love,
That's the life you lead when theres not enough,
And though I like to think there's someone meant to be sent from above,
My hope is my bluff.
How could skin so white—
Become so red with irritability—
How could a face so flush—
Be filled again with sensibility?
With adoration prescribed you—
And a melted chocolate heart—
